FlightOfJeanette

The Flight of Jeanette

This is a tale of the start of days, from before men roamed the earth. Things then were not as they are now. This tale is, in small part, a tale of how they came to be as they now are.
Considered ugly by her brethren, Jeanette was never a happy child. Her fellow child gods teased her relentlessly. In this one thing, the three families of Gods were united. They all gave up their arguments in favour of taunting and playing pranks on Jeanette.
The worst when it came to pranks and tricks was the dark goddess Vigor. Now it must be said that Vigor did not limit her tricks to Jeanette, though she was her favourite target.

After one particularly nasty prank, which resulted in Jeanette believing her mother despised her, which was apparently why she was never home, Jeanette ran away from her father’s home beneath the waves.
Fleeing blindly, Jeanette ran until she could no longer stand. She collapsed into a drift of snow. Somewhat surprised, she looked around. “I thought it was summer… but maybe that was Vigor talking.” With a sudden start, she looked harder. “Maybe the snow is another of Vigor’s tricks… Vigor, I am onto you! You might as well come out! You cannot trick me any more!”
She dragged herself up and looked behind the only thing of any size in sight. Seeing nothing, she collapsed the boulder.
“Maybe Vigor is not here. Then why is there snow? Next week is Midsummer, this is no time for snow…”
“Not so, little lady.” A voice said. Jeanette jumped up and started peering around again. “It snows all year around up here.”
“Show yourself!” Jeanette cried, “I am not afraid of you! I am a God!”
“Yes. I can feel that from here.” A large Coyote stood up from behind a small mound of snow. “What is one of your kind doing here? In this area, we have only seen the larger one, the one with the monkeys, before” This was in the days when animals could speak, before the humans beseeched the Gods be the only ones with a language.
“My Mother! I don’t wan’t to talk about her!” As she said this, Jeanette sat upon the boulder.

FlightOfJeanette

Koranor m3it